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So I’d dive in and virtually disappear into the reeds

probably not what you’d expect me to draw for such occasion, but i’m not able to produce quality rn so

anyway, happy anniversary

BONUS:

You all know how big a rabbit is.  Jack Rabbits and hares are much bigger. they’re the size of large cats or small dogs or just-walking-age children.

They also like to hang out in gangs of a hlf dozen to over 30.

and in the middle of backcountry dirt roads.

perhaps they’re dustbathing

or blood sacrifce

I don’t know because when you come up the road at night because your dog has a tiny bladder and needs to go out at midnight and you have no yard so you’re walking him on the dirt road around your neighborhod because you might aw well get some stargazing in, and you come just over the ridge to see a coven of twenty jackrabbits in the middle of the road

and

they

all

stand

up

not just onto all fours like a proper prey animal

No they get up on thier hind legs and don’t just sit but STAND like tiny rabbit-skinned toddlers, wobbing slightly as they stare directly at you eyes shining in your flashlight’s glow

…Blood Red.

And a chill goes through you on that warm july night because while they’re a puntable size and allegedly herbivores they’re standing and watching you just like people and you are vastly outnumbered.

everyone freezes

you’re considering your odds aganst roughly 200lbs of Suspiciously Humanoid Hare

and they’re considering their odds against you

the only sound in the never-ending high desert wind 

somewhere in your peripheral vision you can see the streetlights but they seem awfully far away

The nearest Jack Rabbit

Blinks

and takes a single shuffling step

forward

You area an overdevloped monkey and your prefrontal cortex is capable of some amazing feats but it runs very slowly compared to the reflexes of a rabbit and you’re frozen as you desperately scramble for the appropriate course of action, hands feeling thick and useless, mouth dry and feet imeasurably heavy there’s no way you’d outrun THESE, god there’s a rabies outbreak going around that shit’s not curable-

The Dog

L U N G E S

It’s only the briefest of movements but the animal you’d picked out for his gangly legs and floppy ears and goofy smile is suddenly a dark shape of muscle and teeth and had flung himself at the horrible goblin rabbits faster than mere physics should dictate, appearing in the circle of the flashlight for only the briefest of moments before the jolt from the leash makes you stumble and the light falters

The Jack Rabbits

Scatter

Vanishing into the faintly starlit sagebrush in as so many faint gray shapes that might be mistaken for the dustclouds they kick up

Later, you sit on the couch disquieted

and you wonder

If the sight of the Jack Rabbits standing and studying you was frightening enough to make you yearn for the safety of the yellowed streetlights

what must it be like from thier end?

what terrifying creature 

deliberately ties itself

to something so horrible

CONGRATULATE, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR.

In case any of y’all were wondering, this is what Splinter’s book has to say about the turtles’ namesakes:

Donatello: “Italian renaissance sculptor, lovingly nicknamed as “Donatello” by his bubba. He created a sculpture called “David”. Uh. No, it’s not the marble one that you just thought of. It’s the other one. That bronze one. You know! Anyway, let’s not rub salt into his wounds.”

Michelangelo: “Much like Leonardo da Vinci, he was a Renaissance man. Ha, get it? Never mind, but he was a sculptor, a painter, an architect - you name it! He was probably given a pretty good cook. Oh, and remember that marble “David” that you thought of before? This guy is the guy who made it. Poor Donatello. To be on the same page with the guy who took his thunder.”

Raphael: “I have just done a quick math in my head and determined that this poor guy died when he was thirty-seven. Thirty-seven! In that short span of time, he frescoed the Vatican Palace amongst other things. In comparison, I have done nothing with my life. Way to rub it in my face Raph, you overachiever.”

Here is a continuation of sorts from my last turtle tot picture. There were two idea floating in my head of what was going on in that picture, but this was the cutest so I had to draw it. They are playing hide and seek (not very well, I might add and yes they all hide together, cause why would you hide separately in dark, scary sewer tunnels, haha) and Splinter found them ^^

(Also, no one will let Mikey get the thing. I don’t know what it is he has his eyes on, but he is one determined little turtle.)

Eats food up off the floor screaming something about the five second rule

Sweatpants count as a look

Throws everything in a pile on the nearest surface as soon as they’re home

“Haha that’s gross let me see”

Hoards of some sort. Mugs, pens, notebooks, anything

Sitting in a dark room for hours wrapped up in seven blankets in front of a laptop unblinking

Makes weird noise effects to express emotions

(compliation video from youtube of James Baxter’s stuff)

OMG IM NOT EVEN IN THIS FANDOM BUT!!!!!

renesmee: renesmee

new classmate: that’s… interesting

renesmee: my mom was on crack when she named me

bella, sitting literally two seats away: 

Story of my life people. You know what’s real ? The struggle.